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Riko knew that in a few short hours, this warmth would be gone.
It was a pattern. Dia would sneak over, climb the balcony and lay here, silent. They'd never speak a word, careful not to alert Riko’s mother. Who knew what would happen if she knew…
Whatever this was.
Dia was curled up at her side, sighing deeply in sleep. This little mess of limbs a reprieve from it all.
By tomorrow, she'd be long gone and Riko would be cold again. They'd go back to being careful strangers who called themselves friends.
So warm, and so cold at the same time.